Gift from the Dolphin

Fellow Blogger Double-Dolphin posted the lines that inspired this poem.

The dead reach out for the dying
We are dying when we are born to earth
The moment of our death is predetermined
in the moment of our worldly birth

and whether decades are the fortune
or a babe with just just one breath
whether lives are stolen in the violence
or if we choose our time of death

Death will claim us as it must
ours is just to wonder why
we're born, we live beside the ocean
and then eventually we die.

The dead are an ocean tide,
reaching out for the dying
and those left living on the earth
waste our breath on futile crying

Don't spend time in senseless weeping
live your life with hope and pride
appreciate the life that's yours
until you join the ocean tide